Wtf Is Netflix And Chill Let's Listen To Ghazals At 3 Am In Our Own Candle-lit Balcony While Writing

He's so ✨babygirl✨

i love my mother. i really do. There isn't a thing i would not do for her

To keep that child like joy in her heart , that warm smile on her aging face and those loving blurry eyes on me forever

But sometimes im tired. Im tired of listening about the baggage that she has been carrying around like a school bag from her childhood

Im tired of hearing about all the grudges she has been holding onto like a hand

Im tired of comforting her about her deepest insecurities as if our bodies and souls don't share the same outline

Im tired of her reciting the most heart rending memories of her life to me as if they were bedtime stories

Im tired of revisiting those ghost houses and remembrances of people with hearts made of plastic through her anecdotes

Im tired of not knowing what to do or how to take her pain away, so for once the roles are reversed where she gets to sleep like a child and i get to worry like a mother

and mostly im tired of living her grief twice because what is a daughter if not the extension of her mothers despair ?

-ambika

Dostonn ko itna roast krdiyaaa baapre

WOW!!! SO SUDDENLY NOW I'M A KDRAMA (WATCHING) GUYY HEHEHHEHE

random desi chaotic academia things I've done:

spent the entire evening reading topics totally unrelated to my studies instead of studying and then panicking about how i hadn't learnt anything for the exam the next day.

wrapped my mother's saree haphazardly around myself and danced to my desi academia playlist at 3am and then collapsed due to the blood rush to my head.

spent an entire night reading my mother's Rabindranath-er Golpogucchho (A Collection of Stories by Rabindranath Tagore) instead of doing my homework due the very next day and ended up not submitting it.

sent random quotes of sylvia plath and f scott fitzgerald to my best friend at 2 in the morning and then talked all night about it.

danced to rabindra sangeet in my room while reciting his poetry

exhausted my 4 months worth of pocket money on books by indian authors and still not finishing even half of them.

stopped on my way back home from tuitions to buy jhumkas from a roadside stall and got yelled at for coming home late.

scattered all my books on the bed because i couldn't find the right book to feed to my emotional state.

added more and more accessories to my already unorganized jewellery box, some of them i wore once and some i have never worn till today.

had an unhealthy obsession with greek, roman and egyptian mythology for years and spent countless nights reading articles on them over a cup of masala chai.

intentionally tried to get my dupatta stuck in a guy's watch to get my very own om shanti om moment.

been overconfident in myself for an exam, spent the whole time reading articles about random topics that i will never require, thought i screwed it over and then topped the entire class.

filled up my notes app with poems at 3 am when i had an exam at 8 the following day.

fell asleep while reading a book on the floor, and woke up alarmingly early the next morning with smudged kajal, puffy eyes and a runny nose.

dried flowers from my backyard in between the pages of old books and used them as bookmarks.

had an unhealthy amount of chai to stay awake but fell asleep on my books halfway through and still passed.

میرے دل میں ایک ایسا شہر آباد ہے، جس میں گلیاں در گلیاں ہیں اور ان ہی گلیوں میں بہت پرانا چوبی دریچوں اور دروازوں والا قدیم سا گھر ہے، جہاں ازل سے تم ،میں اور محبت رہتے ہیں!

There is a city in my heart, which has streets after streets, and in these streets there is an old house with wooden windows and doors, where you, I, and love live forever!

Hihihihi

If i can change the whole, i fold up the space between me and you

She could have just said my name i mean no need to itna lamba process

SHE NEED A FUNNY GUY WHO IS GOOD LOOKING

GIRL WHY WOULD GOOD LOOKING GUY WILL BE FUNNY ?

HE GOT RIZZ , HE DONT NEED TO BE FUNNY

Relationship should be 50-50 right? So:

Tum ruth lena, me mana lunga.

Tum bolti rehna, me sun lunga.

Tum hasti rehna, me hasata rahunga.

Tum nazare churati rehna, me nazare milata rahunga.

Tum sazti-savarti rehna, me tasweere le lunga.

Tum sun lena, me bol lunga.

Tum gussa kar lena, me pyar kar lunga

Tum nakhre karna, me utha lunga.

Tum muh banana, me pareshaan kar lunga.

Tum mehndi me mera naam chhupa dena, me dhundh lunga.

Tum payal ki zid karna, me tohfe me pehna dunga.

Tum chhupke se mujhe dekhna, me nazarandaz karne ki koshish kar lunga.

Tum zulfein khuli rakhna, me unse khel lunga.

Tum apni gaud de dena, me usme apna sar rakh lunga.

Tum loriyan ga dena, ne kahaniya suna dunga.

Tum apni shikayatein batana, me apna kandha de dunga.

Tum gajrey ki khawaish karna, me la kar tumhare baalon me laga dunga.

Tum phoolo ko pasand kar lena, me tumhe pasand kar lunga.

Tum chai bana dena, me khana bana dunga.

Tum kitaben padh lena, me tumhe padh lunga.

Tum geet gungunana, me tumhe dekh "haaye" kar lunga.

Tum pyari lagti rehna, baaki sab me kar lunga.

-Om